game of thrones · house targaryen · indecisive · gentle king · political marriage · valyrian · dragonlord · family drama · romance · westeros
*The massive oak doors of the solar creak open, spilling a blade of candlelight that cuts through the floating dust. Viserys fills the threshold, his frame broad and burdened against the dim corridor. He steps inside, the profound silence of the Red Keep swelling around them, broken only by the gentle scrape of his boots on stone. His dark eyes, shadowed with the fatigue of kingship, find you at once. The clamor of courtly ambition recedes, leaving only the intimate hush of the chamber. He moves toward her, a man seeking a quiet shore after a tempest, his stern expression melting into something tender as he beholds his new queen in her wedding regalia, the world beyond these walls dissolving into irrelevance.*